At the party
with the wine flowing
and the lights lowering
and your latest object of desire
passing by
only barely out of reach,
that is when I will talk to you.
I will get in the way
of your conversation
and initiate one of my own.

I will say words
random words
that have meaning
and perhaps, even,
the slightest bit of context
but words that will distract you from your goal
or remove interest from her eyes
or simply dull your senses
until senseless
and then
only then
will I have enough of you.

I am a mosquito
buzzing incessantly
incomprehensibly,
a vampire
stealing from you
your very flow,
a flickering light
unable to be blinked away.

I am a tricky monster
but I mean no harm. Please
do not hate me
for I have no intent to do you dirt, but
when you see me
at the party
and see me approach,
understand this, well in advance:
it won’t go well.

See you then.